Growing up story composition

In daily study, work or life, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use compositions. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. So have you ever understood composition? Below are the growing-up story compositions that I have collected for everyone. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Growing up story composition 1

Everyone is growing continuously, and as we grow, we have endless stories that are constantly being staged... It is also the colorful fireworks blooming during the festival, and it is also the season. Colorful falling flowers, and many dazzling stars in the night sky...

Whenever you are unlucky, something bad will always happen. As the saying goes, "Feng Shui turns around," and this time it was my turn. On my head - my ID card resolutely abandoned me and disappeared without a trace. I had no choice but to apply for a new one. Unfortunately and fortunately, we learned that the police station had changed location! We had no choice but to drive forward, asking many people along the way, and getting help from many people to find out the specific location of the police station. But tragedy struck - I didn't bring my household registration book with me, so I couldn't get an ID card! When my mother and I heard the news, they felt like a thunderbolt! Because we came all the way here in a hurry and forgot to bring our household registration book! In the end, it was decided that my brother and I would wait at our destination for my mother to come home to collect the household registration book. This made my originally bad mood become irritating. I endured my temper, picked up my brother, and decided to walk around a nearby square.

When I arrived at the wide square, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Because it was the afternoon sun, there were only some older people sitting on the benches under the shade of the trees or exercising. I stood by the equipment and watched the children playing unscrupulously. At this time, I found two grandfathers on the basketball court, each holding a long stick. Because they were far away, I couldn’t see clearly what they were doing. Driven by curiosity, I I walked towards the direction of the two grandfathers. As I got closer, I realized that the two grandfathers were writing calligraphy on the ground, but their "writing brushes" and "ink" were extraordinary. Their "writing brushes" It is made from a piece of sponge cut into the shape of a brush, and then the top part of a mineral water bottle is stuck and entangled with a plastic water pipe as long as an adult's arm; the 'ink' is just ordinary water; I heard that Others asked if they were teachers, and one of the gray-haired grandfathers replied that they were just ordinary migrant workers, farmers. But the other old man is deeply embedded in my mind - he is wearing a gray jacket outside a light blue shirt, ordinary jeans, and his gray hair is mostly covered by a baseball cap. When others ask them questions, he just remains silent. Writing his calligraphy quietly, intoxicated in his own world without being disturbed by the outside world, Grandpa's calligraphy is very good! Horizontally and vertically, every stroke of writing is very serious! I couldn't help but feel calm in my heart.

Looking at the calligraphy written by these two grandfathers, I even wondered what they experienced growing up? Do they have similar experiences to mine? So how did they solve it at that time? Seeing that these two grandfathers only had their temperament and temperament smoothed away by time, I suddenly felt a little relieved. All this was just the best arrangement. In this special time, I encountered several special things. It will only add a few wonderful things to my growth!

We are still growing, and the story of growth is also constantly being performed... Story of Growth Composition 2

The human body is always growing, and I worry that the soul really needs to experience it Things can be "reborn"! I once changed myself not to blame others. This is how I grew up.

——Inscription

Open the memory book and "see" the past; in the whirlpool of memory, I discovered something that will affect my subsequent life:

The sun scorched the earth. People in our class rushed to the playground. This is a free activity class. This is a time for students to vent as much as possible. I was playing basketball alone and no one wanted to come near me. Loneliness and anger fill my heart!

I am running alone on the court. I was venting, venting my dissatisfaction. At this time, our monitor came and she came to see me.

I stopped what I was doing: "What's wrong?"

"Well! It's nothing, what am I doing here!" Then she pointed to the nearby grass road. "Go and sit down?"

"Okay!"

We walked over and sat down. When I looked at the group of people having fun together, I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of loss.

"What's wrong?"

"Why?" She looked at me and said, "Why don't you play with everyone?"

"Ah! I I didn’t play with them, and they didn’t play with me either!”

“It’s not that they don’t play with you! But don’t play with them! Do you remember the “snowball fight” in the winter? , you left yourself! You will know if you think about it carefully!"

"Snowball fight?" I remember it now.

That day, it snowed, it snowed, and the playground was white. A group of us had a snowball fight and were very happy. People in our class gathered together and hit each other with snowballs. The snow was very icy, the weather was very cold, and the wind was very strong, but we were very happy. "Ah!" I was knocked to the ground by a man. "Don't have eyes? Be careful!" the man said to me. I stared at him without saying anything. "What's wrong? What kind of eyes? I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to be like this!" "Shameless!" Then a fist flew up and I was very angry, so the two of them fought. When I finally beat him, I said: "Trash!"

Everyone around said, "How is this possible? You beat someone so badly and you are so arrogant!" "Shut up!" I roared : "Who's bothering me? I'll destroy him!"

...

Just like that, they left, but I was pulled into their "blacklist". I felt wronged and angry, and I didn’t do anything wrong. So, after that, I became a "lone ranger" and never played with them again!

"How about it?" She said with a smile: "We didn't play with you, or you didn't play with us?" From then on, you are like a little baby! "Baby?" "Yes, you are angry all the time, like a child!" Haha. Let’s go play together! "She reached out to me. So, I played with them again, and the long-lost feeling came back! I was so happy that I forgot all my grievances, and the fire in my heart was extinguished instantly. I didn't want to lose this feeling again. So I started to learn Gentleness! It also helped me find many friends!

I understand that no one is abandoned; no one is lonely; as long as you are willing to get along with others, you can have friends and happiness! Sometimes, what we have to do is not to blame others, but to reflect on whether we are wrong. Sometimes changing yourself is the right choice! Growth Story Composition 3

Every day in my life, I am. Growth, every minute and every second in growth has its own meaning. I heard my mother say that I was so cute when I was 2 or 3 years old. When I was in kindergarten, I was so happy and joyful. Innocent. In a blink of an eye, I am already a fifth grade student, which makes me very proud.

Today, the teacher asked me to write a composition about a growing story. My mind immediately flashed back to one of the most unforgettable experiences in my growth. That experience made me truly understand for the first time: "Only through hard work can you achieve success."

That day, my father took the lead. I went to Jiexin Park, the purpose was to let me learn to ride a bicycle there. "Cang Dang"! Dad put the car down, then smiled evilly and said slyly: "Come on!" Today is the time to test you! hey-hey! "This sentence gave me goosebumps all over my body, and it also made me couldn't help but mutter: "Oh...oh! How terrible! How terrible! ...". While I was muttering, my father suddenly shouted: "Come on! Let's get started! "This sentence lifted my spirit. "Come on! Do some preparatory activities first. start! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two, three, four..." I followed my father and started doing it rhythmically. "Hoo"! With a long sigh, this pre-ride exercise ended.

But it was still the same situation as before, the bicycle fell down again. My sister encouraged me and said: "It doesn't matter, you will learn it if you take your time." So I calmed down and took it step by step. After a while, I was able to ride a certain distance. It was getting dark, and my sister said, "Let's go back! I'm hungry." I said happily, "You go back first! I'll practice for a while." My sister said, "Whatever you want, I'm hungry anyway." "After saying that, she walked away minding her own business.

Gradually, it became darker and darker, and Sister Moon came out to admire this beautiful world. Only then did I know that I should go home. As I walked, I said to myself: "Yes! Kung Fu!" It pays off, as long as you persevere, you will win! "Growth Story Composition 5

If a person is compared to a flower, then when it sprouts, grows leaves, blooms, and bears fruit, it becomes a flower. A complete life, sprouting and growing leaves, with love from all directions, is the best nourishment.

In that vague memory, there is one thing that I can’t let go of and remember deeply.

The impenetrable rain curtain, like thinned clouds, one layer after another, made me fascinated. In this ordinary but rare sight, I couldn't help but linger. Suddenly, I remembered that I forgot to bring an umbrella. I looked at the continuous rain curtain, but I couldn’t see anyone inside. I didn’t know why, but I just didn’t want to rush out, so I just waited in the hall luckily. Unknowingly, time disappeared with the falling rain, and the biological clock in my body reminded me. , the cafeteria will be closed any later.

I closed my eyes, my heart skipped a beat, and I thought, just rush out, the canteen will be closed if it gets too late. But when I saw the endless rain curtain, which seemed to be swallowing me up, a trace of hesitation crept into my heart again. I stamped my feet vigorously, as if to drive away the trace of hesitation.

Before I could react, my body rushed into the continuous rain curtain like a sword from a bow. The rain did not hurt when it hit me, but it was very dense and cool. One after another, my eyes were so blurred that I couldn't open them. It seemed that only the rain was left in my mind. I seemed to be running through a long night. No matter how fast I ran, there was only a darker and thicker night ahead. Suddenly, for some reason, a few tears flowed to the corner of my mouth together with the raindrops. Running and running, I stopped and walked slowly in the windy rain, letting the raindrops and tears flow freely...

In a trance, the rain seemed to have finished flowing and ceased to exist. , the feeling of being hit by the rain disappeared from my body. When I looked up, there was still the same rain curtain in front of me, unchanged.

"You didn't bring an umbrella, did you? You are going to the cafeteria, I'm going there too, let's hold it together."

Following a shallow but long sound The voice penetrated my ears, and I turned my head, and a face with thin eyebrows and round eyebrows came into my eyes. Those beautiful eyes were fluttering in the rain curtain.

"Well, yes, thank you." I agreed in a low voice and continued to walk forward. Along the way, I only heard the rain beating on the umbrella, and the light and thin hand holding the umbrella handle. Long, like a butterfly resting in the stamens of a flower.

Unknowingly, the canteen arrived. She said goodbye to me lightly, turned around, and walked towards the rain curtain opposite to the canteen. Only the clothes on her left side were soaked by the rain and became translucent. As for me, during the second half of the journey while holding the umbrella, not a drop of rain touched my clothes.

Now that I think about the unfamiliar umbrella, I am still full of affection, and the unknown figure is very blurry. I only remember the pair of beautiful eyes fluttering in the rain curtain.

Yes, if there was more such care, such sympathy, and such empathy between people, conflicts would no longer exist. Growth Story Composition 6

Everyone has their own growth experience, each of which is different. There is laughter, there is sadness, there is trouble, there is excitement...this is my growth experience.

Among my countless growth stories, the one that remains fresh in my memory but also the saddest is the little thrush from last year...

I remember that one hot summer day last year, my father never Two little thrushes carefully selected by Xiapu as my birthday gift. At that time, I accepted the "gift" with great joy. Look, the eyes of the two little thrushes have not yet opened, which shows that they have just been born; their feathers have not yet fully grown, and their legs are weak, so they can only lean on the nest. It is inferred from this that these two little thrushes are nest chicks.

After careful care for a period of time, the little thrush opened her sleepy eyes, her eyes were watery and bright, and her legs and feet were strong. Perhaps because of the novelty of everything, they poked their heads out of their nests, looked around, and even wanted to jump out of their nests and have close contact with the earth.

Soon, the two little thrushes' desire came true. They jumped out of the nest and walked around, treating my room as their entertainment ground. As soon as you feel tired, go back to your house and go to sleep! When they learned to fly, I put them in the palm of my hand. Unexpectedly, they climbed along my arms and reached my shoulders. Consider me their best friend.

However, a terrible day came...

One morning, I got up on time as usual and fed the two little thrushes. As soon as I opened the curtains, a terrifying scene appeared in front of me - a little thrush was lying motionless in the cage, and its breathing had stopped. Why? This lively and clever little thrush died without even saying "goodbye" to me. Thinking about how they naughtily ask me for food, but "King of Hell" is so cruel, what did they do wrong? What did I do wrong? Usually, I take care of them so meticulously, but in the end... in the end... thinking of this, my tears fell drop by drop like broken beads. The TV series "The Legend of White Snake" said it well: "Mortals will inevitably cry when they are happy, angry, sad or happy." My tears are caused by "sorrow", aren't they? The thrush that has been fed for so long. He was destined to return to the West, alas! Blaming everyone is useless.

The cute first little thrush on June 29 has already made me heartbroken. Why is the other little thrush that is "unique" to me also poor in food and clothing, unstable in standing, and with both hands? Feathers droop. I immediately carried out "first aid measures", but to no avail. what to do? what to do? I was so anxious that I was exhausted and sweating profusely. I looked at this little thrush that had fallen down but had not stopped breathing, and I was very anxious. Oops! It is already in danger of dying. Just hearing a "pop" sound, the little thrush closed its eyes, stopped breathing, fell down, and left the world, ending its short and young life. The moment I saw it leave this world, I felt pity and sadness. Immediately I burst into tears. As a junior, I couldn't accept this fact. I couldn't accept that a little thrush died the day before yesterday, and another one died today. However, the "King of Hell" tells you to die at the third watch, but you will not survive until the fifth watch!

That day was the "Oriental Valentine's Day" on Chinese Valentine's Day.

This sad old story made me understand that humans and nature must live in harmony. Once the natural growth laws are violated and artificial breeding is forced, the ecology will become unbalanced and people will suffer. The body and mind were severely damaged. Growing Up Story Composition 7

That year, my mother took me to see my grandmother.

Grandma stood at the gate to greet everyone with a bright smile. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a fluffy new ball on a piece of green grass. When I walked in, I realized that, It turned out to be a fat white rabbit sleeping, often raising its legs and dangling its lips. Oh, this little rabbit is also thinking about playing at night.

I hugged it, but it was still sleeping. The two long dogs are close to the body, and they are warm in my hands, and I can feel their heartbeat.

I raised it high to my grandma and asked, "Is this little baby grandma's little pet?" The little rabbit on my hand suddenly woke up and saw that it was so high off the ground. Shaking uneasily. Grandma also hurriedly said: "Baby, hurry up and let it learn to let it go. What to do if it's scared to death." I pouted and let it out unhappily.

It immediately ran away and went farther away from me. Looking back, I felt that it must be making faces at me, so I also stuck out its tongue at him.

When grandma saw it, she hurriedly said: "Baby, this is grandma's little treasure. You can never bully it." I said to myself: "Bad guy, I am grandma's treasure in the first place. I am ready to accept it." My anger."

On the second day, I made a plan to deal with it.

The little rabbit was already eating its delicious breakfast on the grass, so I quietly approached it and looked for the best opportunity to pounce on it. But the little rabbit's "little rabbit skill" is not limited. He jumped to avoid my attack. I was so angry that I stamped my feet, but the little rabbit was still far away and ate its tender grass, looking indifferent. , which made me even more angry.

Then everyone started a human-rabbit duel on the grass. The little rabbit fought with me for a while, then jumped into grandma's house. I laughed happily: "Grandma and mother are out, let's see who can help you." Then because I rushed into grandma's house, Grandma's house was transformed into the second arena by the two of us. After a fierce battle, I proudly raised the bunny on my hand and shouted: "I won, I won." But as soon as I saw the "competition" "Fair", I can't laugh anymore. The mattress next to the bed rolled down to the floor, the table and chairs also fell over, the water cup and tea set on the table fell to the floor, and the skin care products in front of the bed were gone. It was like "life was in ruins"

Little Rabbit and I were at a loss, and then grandma and mother opened the door and came in. I felt my heartbeat skipped a beat, and Little Rabbit and I almost jumped at grandma together, I said cutely : "Grandma, I understand I'm wrong. You will definitely forgive me, right?" Little Rabbit was not to be outdone and threw herself into Grandma's arms, seeing her with tears in her eyes. Mom sighed at the side: "What a pair of living treasures."

Since then, Xiaotu and I have become best friends.

Many years later, a colleague asked me to visit and took out her baby, Little Rabbit, in front of me. Thousands of memories came to my mind. I thought of the naughty bunny and my kind grandmother. Growing up story composition 8

Soft lighting, cold wooden chairs. Circles of light shone on my face, and I closed my eyes... In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. Among them, there are many evocative stories. It is like a book recording history. The scenes of my growth are something I never tire of watching.

I remember it was a Sunday, when I was 7 years old. I have been living in my grandma’s house for a long time, and I don’t want to go home. That day, my grandparents were going to a field across the river to pick fresh vegetables. They were afraid that I would be too naughty and get into trouble, so they asked me to stay at home. After they left, I lay on the table with my eyes rolling. Got it! I ran out in one step and two steps, knocked on the doors of several neighbors, and asked my friends to come out and play together. I gathered my friends together, nodded with a smile and said, "Hey, friends, all the adults in our family, including yours, went to work in the fields today. We also need to find something to do!" "I agree! At home! It’s so boring!” “Well, have you seen the red dates? There are a lot of ripe red dates! Let’s climb the tree and pick them!” Let’s taste it together! "The partners said in unison.

After that, we each ran over with a small bench.

A little friend tried his best to climb the tree, but because of He lost his footing and fell. Several of his friends below tried to help him, but unexpectedly, instead of catching him, he fell onto his back. The red date tree was more than 3 meters tall and its "waist" was more than 100 centimeters. It takes a few friends to hug the big tree! Fortunately, there is still a place for us to stay on the branch. As long as we step on the branch, we can... I almost lost it when I saw several friends falling one after another! I gained confidence. So, I decided that it was my girl's turn to take action! The boys looked at me with doubts, and they all told me not to cry if I fell.

I climbed carefully, there was a "ladder", there was a "ladder", I climbed until I was almost lost, I looked below, wow, so high! I was so frightened that I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. My feet were frozen there. It seemed that time had stopped. Even my breathing had stopped. My feet were shaking. I didn’t dare to climb up any more. I would fall down if I climbed up again. ! Suddenly, I felt a little dizzy, but how could I give up on the goal that was so close? What a dilemma! I tried not to look down and continued to climb, only listening to "Come on, come on" and my friends were cheering me on! Success is imminent! Finally, I stepped on the branch, and finally, I picked red dates! Just when I was in high spirits, I stepped on the wrong foot, "Wow", I yelled, and my body fell straight down. I just felt like the world was spinning... What a blessing in misfortune! I was hugged by grandpa's thick arms! Tears welled up in my eyes! I hugged Grandpa tightly and refused to let go...

It was so thrilling! It scares me to think about it now! Yes, there are too many stories about everyone’s growth, and every one of them will make you have endless aftertaste and let you gain a lot! Growth Story Composition 9

Time passes minute by minute, and every fragment of our lives is accomplished. Each fragment together is the process of our growth. Savoring what we have passed away and what is passing away is to savor our life. The stories that happen around us are the stories of growth in our lives. Our lives are full of sunshine of progress.

The stories of growing up are like stars in the sky, and some of them flow into the distance like water, but one thing is deeply imprinted in my mind.

I have been frail and sickly since I was a child. When I was in first grade, my father sent me to the county gym to practice martial arts.

I timidly followed my father to the gymnasium. The gymnasium is a place that is neither big nor small. Before you even enter the door, you can hear the sound of "hehe" inside, which is intimidating.

I jumped off the motorcycle and wanted to say goodbye to my father. However, when the words came to his lips, he did not dare to reveal the truth, so he had to hold his father's wrist and go in bravely.

When I opened the door of the gymnasium, I saw people holding knives, and brothers and sisters holding swords, practicing. I felt that there were many strange eyes watching me silently, and the atmosphere made me feel uncomfortable.

My father took me to a teacher, said some polite words and then left. I felt very helpless. The teacher asked a sister to teach me some basic movements...

The sister looked like a fascist and said to me with a serious face: "Hang your right foot on the equipment." I didn't dare to say anything more, so I gently lifted my foot and hung it on the equipment. The eldest sister straightened my legs and then slowly pushed my body down. I screamed in pain. She ignored my pain and kept pushing down. When my feet were bent, she patted them. When he patted my joints, the pain and grievance were mixed, and I actually cried. The eldest sister shook her head and let go of her hand, indicating that I could rest. I wiped away my tears, but they couldn't stop flowing. I felt unspeakably aggrieved in my heart. The teacher came over and said, "Want to learn martial arts?" I nodded. "Then are you afraid of being tired?" I choked for a while, "I'm not afraid." "Well, learning martial arts is a very tiring sport. If you are not afraid of being tired, you won't be afraid of martial arts, right?" "Yes." "Dry your tears and let's practice together."

The teacher's few words made me enlightened. Yes, since I am not afraid of hardship, why should I be afraid of martial arts?

Later, under the careful guidance of the teacher, my physical condition got better and better. I never got sick that year. It was the teacher who made me healthy. Moreover, I lived up to expectations and won the championship with my team members. The teacher praised me for being the champion in the martial arts competition, so I felt very proud.

The teacher made me understand that success is hard-won and that we must keep going in the face of difficulties, because there is nothing we cannot do.

Condensate the tears into a memory of thought, keep it in your heart forever, and cannot bear to give up, just like life, because it is my memory of growing up!